Last Night I Walked Clear Down To

Rather, I Think One Should Write, As Nearly As Possible, As If He Were The First Person On Earth And Was Humbly And Sincerly Putting On Paper That Which He Saw And Experienced And Loved And Lost; What His Passing Thoughts Were And His Sorrows And Desires.

Some's Bastards, Some's Ain't. That's The Score.

After All, A Homeless Man Has Reason To Cry, Everything In The World Is Pointed Against Him.

Avoid The World, It's Just A Lot Of Dust And Drag And Means Nothing In The End.

One Man Practicing Kindness In The Wilderness Is Worth All The Temples This World Pulls.